The Intangible Man

Here I am. Am I the man I dreamt I'd be? No. There you are. And here I am. A transparent canister comes gingerly to rest on the table in front of me. A man falls backwards off his chair." It is 2051. A sixty-year-old old man sits in a bar in Rio de Janeiro, Lahore, Buenos Aires or Dungeness (he can no longer be certain), musing on his life. Then a young man arrives whose purpose may be to abruptly bring it to an end.